In the sacred grove of Utpalāraṇya, tended by the revered sage Vālmīki, a pure-hearted soul journeyed there accompanied by Puṣpavatī. As they arrived, a group of people born of the mleccha race appeared at the scene. Amidst these happenings, Puṣpavatī beheld the supremely beautiful, highest person—a portion of Krishna himself. Overwhelmed by his radiance, she fell unconscious. Krishna’s portion, the enchanter of all beings, gazed upon her with compassion. As this unfolded, a question arose: Who spoke the eighteen Purāṇas, and what fruits do they bear? Hearing this delightful inquiry, the learned ones, skilled in the scriptures, responded. They explained that the Purāṇa composed by Parāśara is dedicated to Viṣṇu as its deity. The Bhāgavata was spoken by Śuka, and the Brahma Purāṇa was made by Brahmā. Matsya, Kūrma, Narasiṃha, Vāmana, and Śiva are among those Purāṇas remembered as rājasika, filled with heroic deeds and ritual acts in the world. The Āgneya Purāṇa was produced by Aṅgirās, while the excellent Bhaviṣya Purāṇa was composed by Mahādeva for the sake of the world. Six Purāṇas are remembered by the wise as tāmasika, devoted to the duties of Śakti. When the dreadful Kali age arrived on earth, there was a king named Vikrama. At that time, all the sages dwelling in Naimiṣāraṇya heard Sūta recite the eighteen Upapurāṇas. Hearing these words, Krishna’s portion, intent on righteousness, gave gifts to the Brāhmaṇas—cows and objects of gold. Then, a beggar woman named Śobhā, maddened with pride, meditated on the mighty, intoxicated hero, the demonic servant of Rudra. She saw the goddess Svarṇavatī, and the Māyā born of Śobhā, after cutting and delighting her left side, prepared to return to her own home. That courtesan, seized by remorse, cunningly concealed her finest ornaments and, through deceit, departed for the land of Bahlika. Arriving at the sacred region of Kalpa, she was born from Netra Simha. She spoke to Krishnaamsha, saying, “Go, go, O mighty one.” She offered him a pill, saying, “O hero, this pill has been prepared by me; take it with your mouth.” Hearing this, Krishnaamsha, the enchanter of all, complied. The courtesan, seeing the hero who was the agent of desire, found herself unsuccessful and wept profusely in sorrow. Gathering all her ornaments, Krishnaamsha spoke words without fear: “I have a brother named Saharo, dear to me as life itself. Therefore, O greatly fortunate one, I have come to you for refuge.” To him, she revealed her intentions, being devoted to her own purpose. Krishnaamsha, compassionate, spoke gentle words to her: “O hero, the auspicious pill is indeed in your mouth.” Thus addressed, she took the wealth offered by Krishnaamsha, and, taking him—overcome by desire—placed him in a cage. Arriving in the land of Bahlika, at the auspicious city of Saratta, when midnight had come, she transformed him into a man. Seeing her in that form, Krishnaamsha recognized her as Jagadambika. Then she, becoming sweaty, abandoned the excellent Krishnaamsha. At that moment, the goddess Svarṇavatī, awakened by Viṣṇu’s māyā, saw the portion of Krishna—absorbed in yoga—in the form of a parrot. And just then, the courtesan once again assumed a beautiful form.